Going Our Seperate Ways

[J]

Logan Lebeau snuggled down into his oversized bed and lay in the dark staring up at the vaulted ceiling. He was fine during the day, he kept busy with his work creating new things, ordering people around and doing as he pleased. However, night time was a different story; he usually had a woman sleep over so he wouldn’t notice as much. Most of the women he never saw again and didn’t even know their names, the only one he kept around, was his business partner and best friend, Kae. She was tall, slim and beautiful, one of the most powerful women he had ever known. She was third on the list, following after his mother, Layla who had died during his early teens. He trusted Kae with just about everything, but even she wasn’t allowed to sleep in his bed; the only women that belonged there had left long ago. Maybe it hadn’t been so long ago, but it sure did feel like it. How many years had it been? He rubbed his brown eyes and groaned; it was three in the morning and he was wide awake. His sleep habits had grown worse and worse; he slept till mid afternoon and went to bed around sunrise. He was in bed early for him tonight; his cell phone buzzed on the nightstand. He squeezed the side button to quiet it, not bothering to answer. He only answered calls at this hour from Kae and she had her own specific ringer.

He rolled over onto his stomach and pressed his cheek into the silk down pillows; frustrated he jumped out of bed and crossed the room to his mini bar. He pulled out a bottle of scotch and poured himself a generous amount. He downed it quickly and wiped his mouth with the back of his right hand. He poured another glassful and brought to bed with him; he sat on the edge of the bed and slid open his phone. He pushed the diamond studded number three that dialed Kae. “Hey, Delicious…” She purred he loved her creamy voice; she always answered the phone as if she were in the middle of sex. He smiled, his spirits lifting a little; “Hey Gorgeous, whatcha up to?” He asked propping up his pillows and reclining on his bed setting his drink down.

“Well, I was going to go to take a bubble bath and then I thought what good is a bubble bath without Logan? And then there you go again, bein’ all creepy calling me just before I call you.” She said she sounded more awake now and he wondered if she had actually been sleeping and was just saying all of this to fluff his ego. Like he needed it! He rolled his eyes, “Well, I guess the only thing left for me to do is to come over.” He said, he stood up and walked out of his room and down the hall. He opened the bedroom door a little ways down to find Kae standing there holding her hot pink phone to her ear. She smiled at him; she was only wearing a bra and panties; her long light brown hair messy from sleep. “The bath is ready.” She said giggling and dropping the phone as he picked her up and carried her to her bathroom.

I have absolutely no idea where this is going. My original idea is picking up our characters lives ten years later than we usually do and seeing where they are. i have it so Logan and Desiree havent seen each other in years. I think they should have already gone out and gone through a heavy relationship and then she split. I have no idea about anybody else as of yet. Logan and Kae are co-owners of a huge corporation, in the fashion inudustry his mother started.

[Free]

A young woman sat at her desk, staring downward, completely ignoring the wispy young man cowering in the chair on the other side of the desk who was clearly making an extreme effort to look composed. The desk was unique. It had been custom-designed and built for her, a gift from her father on her first day of work at his company. Her bright, royal blue eyes glanced quickly over the first page of the report suspended a few inches above the polished wood by a slim hand. Her brows were knitted together in a look of obvious irritation that was somewhat customary by this time. Could anyone do anything right? It was a questions that she had asked herself a million times before, and the answer always came back, no. There were only a handful of capable people on staff, and she was working to find more, but the problem was that not enough of them existed in the workforce. For that reason, she found herself in this office far too late, far too often.

“This is the third month in a row that you’ve come to me with this kind of problem,” she said, suddenly look up at the man, who jumped at her words.

“Well, yes, but–”

“And what did I tell you last time and all the preceding times?” her tone conveyed her irritation, but in an even way that to someone who knew her would suggest that she was bored with this issue. As far as she was concerned, the problem had been solved months ago. It didn’t help that these were not the kind of problems she was supposed to be dealing with. Unfortunately, the person who was supposed to deal with it was completely incompetent and she was having trouble find a replacement for him. Even so, a problem of this sort normally would be delegated to someone else of lesser importance, but she was tired of the delays it was causing.

He looked for a moment as though she’d hit him. “But without the support of–”

“If you bring this into my office one more time, I will find someone to replace you.” Her threat wasn’t entirely serious. For the most part, he was a good employee; he just had a tendency to worry way too much about things that really weren’t to be worried about at all. Of course, he had no way of knowing that she wasn’t serious. She had the reputation of being fair, but she still managed to frighten quite a number of people working beneath her. They respected her knowledge, skill and intelligence, but none would dare interrupt her for any reason if her secretary said she was busy. Naturally, there was also the added fear of her for the simple reason that she was her father’s daughter, and he was the founder of the company. To the outside world though, she put on a good face and managed to cultivate quite a network of contacts.

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An hour later, she made her way quickly toward the exit. Her cell phone beeped with missed calls, and she scanned quickly through the list. Most of the calls were from people that she could deal with tomorrow, but one name in particular caught her eye, Danny Lynt. He was one of the people on her short list of personal friends. Of all the business contacts, and acquaintances in her network that pretended, or assumed they were important or her friends, few actually were. Shane was at the top of the list. They’d met through her father and instantly clicked. She liked his bold, blunt, straight-to-the-point way of doing things. She never had to worry about him wasting her time.

She touched the green button on her cell phone to call him. He answered on the first ring, a sure sign that he had been waiting for her call.

“Hey, babe. Interested in some dinner?” His voice reflected a smile, and his easy-going attitude.

They were nothing more than friends, but over the years they had grown so close that he became one of two people actually allowed to call her a pet name like that. Sometimes people got the impression that they were together because of the way they acted around each other, but they both had accepted that a friendship with “benefits” would simply complicate their easy friendship. They both remained single for “professional” reasons, but those who actually believed them not to be together expecting them to get married any day now. From her standpoint, that wasn’t likely. Someone had taken her heart many years ago, and she’d never really gotten it back. Maybe one day, years from now, they would marry, if neither of them had found someone. She’d never told Danny about the person she’d lost her heart too, it was too many years in the past, and although he’d never asked, he could tell that something was there.

She loved being around him. She found that just being around Danny was like a drug. Whatever problems were bothering her simply weren’t that important and she could just relax. After the day she just had, she really needed to relax before it started all over bright and early the next morning at eight am. As she rounded the corner in the parking garage to where she’d left her car, she was surprised to find him leaning against the side of it, looking as fresh as if he’d just arrived.

“Well here she finally is,” he said with a wink.

[For reference, the name comes from the Danny in our other role-play. I am designing this character after him.]

[It occurs to me after having finished this post that I have neglected to include her name. It should be pretty obvious anyway, but it is Desiree.]

[Free]

[Okay, so Shane and Desiree are actually sort of dating and have been for a while.]

Desiree walked quickly down the hallway toward the conference room. She opened the door. Three people stood by the table set with refreshments. A man and two women. All but the woman on the end had their backs to her. The woman watching her was short and clutched her ipad like it was a lifeline. Desiree shook her head.

Her own assistant was waiting by the door.

“Thanks for the heads up, Carrie,” Desiree muttered sarcastically as she passed. The woman looked down at her shoes.

“Welcome to Myst Empires!” Desiree said, forcing a smile to her face. This was her least favorite part of the job and to top it all off, she wasn’t prepared. But that’s what assistant’s are for, right? Making you look good anyway.

The woman turned first. She was tall and gorgeous, caught mid-laugh. She looks a lot like...

When the man turned, it was all Desiree could do to keep her mouth from dropping open. Logan. Memories cascaded down on her.

Her and Logan at the lake with their friends, her standing in front of him, his arms wrapped around her while he steered, Westley and Brooklyn screaming from the raft behind them. There was the way his face looked while he was sleeping, all of the pain of his life gone, like every bad thing wiped away. Logan meeting her dad the one time her dad happened to be in town, shaking her father's hand and standing with so much confidence, his air commanding, even at 15.

The most painful one was the night she left.


“Because you’re smothering me!” she'd screamed at him that night. She’d been so mad then. It wasn’t even true. The look on his face when she’d said it… Some things were better off forgotten.

She’d stormed out of the master suite at their estate. He’d followed her into the hallway, but that was as far as he’d gotten because then she’d said something else nasty. She couldn’t remember what. Probably better that way.

She’d driven away. It’d been raining that night. She’d almost driven off the road straight into an oak. At the last second, her tires found traction. She’d never come back. She couldn't come back.

The truth was, he hadn’t been smothering her. He just scared her. She had loved him an intensity she didn’t know was possible and it seemed like it was only a matter of time before he disappeared like everyone else who mattered in her life.

It had seemed like the only way to protect herself was to draw the knife across her own skin so Logan or fate couldn’t beat her to the punch.


Now here he was, all these years later.

“Logan…” she whispered.

[And so I don’t forget, Shane is planning to propose tonight or this week, whichever is most inconvenient for Desiree.]